[Intro]
Taylor gang over everything
Drugstore Cowboy
[Hook]
Where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta *******
Come on (Get some money with me)
Yeah, where I'm from we just live a little different
Flip European whips and get money outta *******
Come on (Get some money with me)
[Verse 1]
Got a call from a renegade *******
Yeah she said she wanna come home
I told her come on
Bring me my money I'm in my own zone
A lot of *******s on my nerves, I tell them die slow
Ride slow Ziploc full of fly smoke
White gold lookin crazy when the lights low
I might blow 40 grand in this nightclub
And make a few haters sick, step your life up
Or get knifed up, Hoes getting wifed up
****** fiends holding white cups
*******t trippy, ain't it?
How the game switched
The ****** game's ****** up, back to cane flips
And my main ******* brought me dirty gs, she had a great night
****** em all let em hate life
Yeah I stay right, yeah I been had money
the type of bread that make your friends act funny Come On
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Im just wa*******ng dirty money like dishes
Grown men sub-tweeting like ******* Come On
Im on my own *******t
.40 with the long clip
Snakes in the grass
Need to get the lawn clipped
All in my biz
Worry bout yo own *******t
Foreign ******* new foreign whip
Kat sick without pourin sip
Gimme more bricks
Double down gimme more chips
Im in a morgue sick
Looking at his body dead
Why’d he have to go so young
They tried to rob him
Friends keep goin
Happens often
My ho ******* keep me sport ridin
Im sittin in a Ghost at six in the morning
Just left the Club with Wiz all the Champagne pouring got my head hurtin
Yea I look like a dead person
My money’s right
You been hurtin
Come On